Gods Will Fall

He is drawn to the chaos, the destruction of this place again. A place where it is rumored that he can learn from others. Skills that he would need, if he were to be the god he was destined to be. He has been humiliated, his surname drug through the dirt, but he's eager to learn- to correct those past mistakes. He seek to make those who would laugh at him break. He strolls forward, his stance uncaring and brash. Arrogance leeks from every pore, but today he will try to be a little less full of himself. Crimson eyes sweep the empty field, it seems the lesser beings have fled as dusk came upon this field of death. He sinks to his haunches, on top of a jutting boulder, where he can see the area around him and he waits to see if someone else will happen across the field. The god waits carelessly- time has no meaning when one seeks to be great. Someone will come.


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